A Comedy of Errors or the Twisted Realities of Severus Snape
Prologue
In which there is the traditional angsty bit of the story.
Severus Snape was evil. He could come up with no other explanation as he emerged from the house in Godric's Hollow one peaceful morning. He felt disgusted with himself as he contemplated the events of the night before. "James what are you doing back so soon?" asked a sleepy sounding voice from the doorway. "Forgot some work" he replied simply as he turned to face Lily Potter. The nightgown she wore clung to her curves and he fought to keep his eyes on her face as she moved towards him, asking him to stay the rest of the night with her before returning to his work. He was weak. He had stayed. Knowing that he was an impostor, knowing that he was not her husband, he had taken her to bed.
A sound behind him startled him and he turned, quickly drawing his wand to look straight into the eyes of Remus Lupin. "What are you doing here Snape?" Lupin asked while his wand remained aimed at the other man's chest. Severus snarled and raised an eyebrow fractionally. "And what business is that of yours, Lupin?" For his part, the former Gryffindor seemed unconcerned with the greased, black clad being before him, for a moment anyway. Just as the teacher turned, triumphantly planning to walk away, he heard the animalistic snarl of his former house rival. "You sick bastard." Suddenly wary, the potion master turned to face the werewolf. "I can smell her on you, Snape. I can smell Lily all over you." Scowling and cursing himself for his momentary crow of triumph, Snape loomed menacingly over the meddling git before him. "Your point, Lupin?" "I can get you put in Azkaban for this, Snape. It's just one more reason to prove you're working against us, that you're still the traitor we always knew you were." Snape smirked, the truly awesome grin of a creature whose prey has walked neatly into a trap. The smirk of one about to verbally dissect an opponent. His voice melted to silk, a trademark of looming doom for whoever was foolish enough to cross the bitter master of potions. "And who would believe you, Remus? Who would rush to defend an abomination such as yourself? Should my secret be revealed, you flea ridden mongrel, rest assured that we shall share the same rotting cell. People may loathe me, but there is something they fear and loathe even more. you. Do you want to lose everything, Remus?" Remus froze.
He'd never thought Snape would do this, never. He was a bastard, sure, but bedding Lily Potter and threatening exposing another person? He shook his head, wondering what the hell to do. If he told James, Lily would be in trouble. The poor bint probably had no idea she'd made love to Snape instead of her husband. she could lose it all because of him. And Lupin, Christ could he lose it all. Snape, for all his charming tendencies, was right. He'd be thrown into Azkaban quicker than the greased git himself. Sighing, he knew what he had to do, though he hated himself for it. "Fine, Severus, fine. You win. I'll keep quiet." It was only one night, what could happen? His last vision was a smirking Snape apparating away.
Prologue
In which there is the traditional angsty bit of the story.
Severus Snape was evil. He could come up with no other explanation as he emerged from the house in Godric's Hollow one peaceful morning. He felt disgusted with himself as he contemplated the events of the night before. "James what are you doing back so soon?" asked a sleepy sounding voice from the doorway. "Forgot some work" he replied simply as he turned to face Lily Potter. The nightgown she wore clung to her curves and he fought to keep his eyes on her face as she moved towards him, asking him to stay the rest of the night with her before returning to his work. He was weak. He had stayed. Knowing that he was an impostor, knowing that he was not her husband, he had taken her to bed.
A sound behind him startled him and he turned, quickly drawing his wand to look straight into the eyes of Remus Lupin. "What are you doing here Snape?" Lupin asked while his wand remained aimed at the other man's chest. Severus snarled and raised an eyebrow fractionally. "And what business is that of yours, Lupin?" For his part, the former Gryffindor seemed unconcerned with the greased, black clad being before him, for a moment anyway. Just as the teacher turned, triumphantly planning to walk away, he heard the animalistic snarl of his former house rival. "You sick bastard." Suddenly wary, the potion master turned to face the werewolf. "I can smell her on you, Snape. I can smell Lily all over you." Scowling and cursing himself for his momentary crow of triumph, Snape loomed menacingly over the meddling git before him. "Your point, Lupin?" "I can get you put in Azkaban for this, Snape. It's just one more reason to prove you're working against us, that you're still the traitor we always knew you were." Snape smirked, the truly awesome grin of a creature whose prey has walked neatly into a trap. The smirk of one about to verbally dissect an opponent. His voice melted to silk, a trademark of looming doom for whoever was foolish enough to cross the bitter master of potions. "And who would believe you, Remus? Who would rush to defend an abomination such as yourself? Should my secret be revealed, you flea ridden mongrel, rest assured that we shall share the same rotting cell. People may loathe me, but there is something they fear and loathe even more. you. Do you want to lose everything, Remus?" Remus froze.
He'd never thought Snape would do this, never. He was a bastard, sure, but bedding Lily Potter and threatening exposing another person? He shook his head, wondering what the hell to do. If he told James, Lily would be in trouble. The poor bint probably had no idea she'd made love to Snape instead of her husband. she could lose it all because of him. And Lupin, Christ could he lose it all. Snape, for all his charming tendencies, was right. He'd be thrown into Azkaban quicker than the greased git himself. Sighing, he knew what he had to do, though he hated himself for it. "Fine, Severus, fine. You win. I'll keep quiet." It was only one night, what could happen? His last vision was a smirking Snape apparating away.
